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The Ecstasy of Moments

Mar 6th, 2011|4 comments|In Writing and Poetry

That morning she came to me Wings brilliant as the sun Stained glass arms swimming on air Delicate and fragile Her touch gentle on my skin Slowly, Gracefully she moves with my hand Slow purposeful steady beats Her delicate body...

It Is

Jan 11th, 2011|0 Comments|In Writing and Poetry

It is… The faintest whisper of your voice The softest touch of your hand The warmest glow of your spirit The gentlest stroke of your tongue The sweetest taste of your lips The boldest action of your being The smartest thought of your...

in her arms

Nov 21st, 2010|0 Comments|In Writing and Poetry

Lost in her. Time ebbs. Make way passion. A river of me flows in your arms.

Thoughtful Garden

Oct 22nd, 2010|0 Comments|In Writing and Poetry

When finally she came with whispers on her breath The smell of fresh jasmine clinging to the hems of her simple dress Her eyes caressing the silhouetted form at the edge of beds in color and green Tall stands of...

Blackjack

May 2nd, 2010|1 comment|In Writing and Poetry

Playing cards with the Devil Tricky dances of lost will and dangerous passions Bottles of desire drawn to lips Curious hands tempt wanting flesh Siren’s song bleeding in ears Crossed boundaries of violated control Scent burning long awaited dreams Another...

Silent Goodnight

Apr 29th, 2010|2 comments|In Writing and Poetry

The sweet smell of her. Lips slowly tempt delicate warming skin. Her neck lays open in trusted vulnerability. Delicate trembling. Shivers run along fingers of gentle caress. Locks of long red hair sweep exposed skin. Hands caress explored open acceptance....

She Walks In

Feb 20th, 2010|1 comment|In Uncategorized

The stillness of the room binds me to the chair. Waiting. Wondering. Thoughts confronted by thoughts. I scan the room for something to distract me. The sound of running water barely escapes the bathroom door. Scented candles burn unseen. The...